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477. Come, Ye Disconsolate

1 Come, ye disconsolate, where’er ye languish.
come to the mercy seat, fervently kneel.
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish;
earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.

2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying,
hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure!
Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying,
“Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure.”

3 Here see the bread of life; waters flowing
forth from the throne of God, pure from above.
Come to the feast of love; come, ever knowing
earth has no sorrow but heaven can remove.

Text Information
First Line: Come, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish
Title: Come, Ye Disconsolate
Author: Thomas Moore (1779-1852) (1816)
Author, St. 3: Thomas Hastings (1784-1872) (1831)
Meter: 11.10.11.10.
Publication Date: 1985
Topic: Christan Life: Hope and Comfort
Tune Information
Name: CONSOLATOR
Arranger: Samuel Webbe (1740-1816) (1792)
Meter: 11.10.11.10.
Key: B♭ Major
Source: German Melody



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